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I ODONNEL IN A FEW MONTH 20th Year of Si and atfErom a comparatively sma and at present we are numbered Largest Ret 'Tis a fact of which we fee tion have we taken a backward s us an increase of business, and w o-MAMMO_ But already we find they are r that daily flock to them. One o that it would be difficult for any i There must be a reason for 2 we give A BIGGER I Than our competitors. We do n< much less than others, but the vo CASH. Enables us to buy goods in such c w -~THE MAr w And save to our customers the pr the so-called jobbing houses. 0 with NEW, SEASON - Bought in the leading markets o: Cash could bring to bear was u: considered our Fall Stock. we hav Replenish Every In these days of active coi and is too expensive to permit of of the many advantages To the purchasing public, and we to our friends a cordial invitation ing to you that what we .have stat O'Donn SAvant Meri WE PROM * - Now Al Best Patenit Flour. ........ ... S Half Patent Flour... .... .. ... S Straight Flour....... ...... S Medium Flour... .... .... .... S Family Flour................ S Sugar, Granulated, Sacks...... S Sugar, Brown............... Coffee Fair, Sacks..... ....... * Coffee, Medium............... M Coffee, Best Rio............. * Rice Our Special Line. S Rice, 100-lb. Sacks............ Rice................. ...... * Rice ...................--.. IlRice......................-. WJGrist, best put up............ S Meal, best put up.......... . Salt, 100-lb. Sacks. .. .... .. ... Crackers, hemon............ 73 Ginger Snaps............... M Candy-Bucket, Mixed. .. .... .. * Sticks, W. P.......... Sticks, Best..........( ESN. Y. State Fuli Cream Cheese... 1Avant E Pier SSummerton, S. 5 WE WILL HAVE COMPLETED OUR iccessfit MelchandiSiilg. 11 beginning our business has increased annually, imong the ..a ailers in the State. I justly proud that not a year since our organiza ep. The dawn of each New Year has brought e tried to prepare for it by the building of our FF1 STO F~TS E ractically inadequate to accommodate the crowds , f our employees remarked on a recent Saturday nore people to get through the store without this, and the only one that we can assign is that )OLLAR'S WORTH >t mean by this that our percentage of profit is so ume of business that we do, both AND CREDIT 3D--a 1uantities that we go direct to 4UFACTURERSM - fits that others have to pay in buying through 2r two stores are packed to their utmost capacity .BLE, UP-TO-DATE GOODS E the country and every advantage that Spot sed in their purchase. While we bought what we ,e already been compelled to Departmrent in Our House npetition newspaper space commands a premium, our entering into a detailed or descriptive record will rest our cause for the present by extending 3 to visit us, when we will take pleasure in prov- 3 ed here is no idle talk. but Stubborn Facts. eli & Co.,E -EF 8O -C. :antile Company. You Read. 25 IBacon and Lard we cannot quote as 00o - the market is unsteady, but we guaran .6 L.owest Prices. 90 Our Flour is made by Standard Mills L0 and we vouch for full grading. .00 Rice we buy in car lots, which gives .25 us the clear track to 50 J . e s U We carry a full line of Soaps, Baking Powders, Canned Goods, Tobacco and Here Is the Point. .90 We are our own Brokers and Agents 1.75 for Manufacturers, we then buy of our- | 155 1 selves for CASH, discount the bill and > give you the advantage. -4h j If you wish to save money then come - .0 to us for the next bill. STwenty Years. .5 I We have a buyer of twenty years' ex perience in buying, who is buying to ad .12i vantage that affords such low prices. TO SEE US.* A 'ca tile c.. Bla By RalphF Con nor. CHAPTER I. CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LUMBER CAMP. T was due to a mysterious di pensation of Providence a a good deal to Leslie Graen that I found myself in tl heart of the Selkirks for my Chsistmi eve as the year 1882 was dying. It h., been my plan to spend my Christm far away in Toronto with -such b hemian and boon companions as coul be found in that cosmopolitan at kindly city. But Leslie Graeme chan; ed all that, for, discovering me in ti village of Black Rock, with my tral all packed, waiting for the stage start for the Landing, thirty mil away, he bore down upon me with r sistless force, and I found myself r covering from my surprise only aft we had gone in his lumber sleigh son six miles on our way to his camp up i the mountains. I was surprised a much delighted, though I would ni allow him to think so, to find that h old time power over me was still ther He could always in the old varsil days-dear, wild days-make me i what he liked. He was so handson and so reckless, brilliant in his cla: work and the prince of halfbacks the Rugby field and with such powi of fascination as would "extract ti heart out of a wheelbarrow," as Barn( Lundy used to say. And thus it was th: I found myself just three weeks later I was to have spent two or three days on the afternoon of the 24th of Dece: ber, standing in Graeme's Lumb< Camp No. 2, wondering a.t myself. Bi I did not regret my changed plans, f< in those three weeks I had raided cinnamon bear's den and had waken( up a grizzly. But I shall let the grizz finish the tale. He probably sees moi humor in it than I. The camp stood in a little clearit and consisted of a group of three Ion low shanties, with smaller shacks ne them, all built of heavy, unhefvn log with door and window in each. TI grub camp, with cook shed attache stood in the middle of the clearing; a little distance was the sleeping can with the office built against it, ati about a hundred yards away on tV other side of the clearing stood ti stables and near them the smiddy. TI mountains rose grandly on every sid throwing up their great peaks in1 the sky. The clearing in which ti camp stood was hewn out of a den: pine f-rest that filled the valley ax climbed half way up the mountai sides and then frayed out in scatter( and stunted trees. It was one of those wonderful Can, dian winter days, bright and with touch of sharpness In the air that di not chill, but warmed the blood lii drafts of wine. The men were up-j the woods, and the shrill scream of tV bluejay flashing across the open, tV Impudent chatter of the red squirt from the top of the grub camp and tV pert chirp of the whisky jack hoppi about on the rubbish heap, with tV long, lone cry of the wolf far down tV valley, only made the silence felt tV more. As I stood drinking in with all xx soul the glorious beauty and silence< mountain and forest, with the Chris mas feeling stealing into me, Graen came out from his office and, catchii sight of me, called out, "Glorioi Christmas weather, old chap!" ax then; coming nearer, "Must you go t morrow?" "I fear so," I replied, knowing we that the Christmas feeling was on hii too. "I wish I were going with you," I said Quietly. I turned eagerly to persuade him, b1 at the look of suffering in his face tV words died on my lips, for we bot were thinking of the awful night horror when all his bright, brilla ife crashed down about him in blac ruin and shame. I could only throw mx arm over his shoulder and stand sile: beside him. A sudden jingle of bel roused him and, giving himself a litt shake, he exclaimed: "There are the boys coming home." Soon the camp was filled with mae .talking, laughing, chaffing, like ligi hearted boys. "They are a little wild tonight," sai Graeme, "and tomorrow they'll pair Black Rock red." Before many minutes had gone tb last teamster was "washed up" and a were standing about waiting impf tiently for the cock's signal-the su: per tonight was to be "something of feed"-when the sound of bells drea their attention to a light sleigh draw~ by a buckskin broncho coming dow the hillside at a great pace. "The preacher, I'll bet, by his dril lng," said one of the men. "Bedad, and it's him has the foin nose for turkey," said Blaney, a goo natured, jovial Irishman. "Yes, or for pay day, more like, said Keefe, a black browed, villainou fellow countryman of Blaney's and strange to say, his great friend. Big Sandy McNaughton, a Canadia highlander from Gl4engarry, rose up wrath. "Bill Keefe," said he, with d< liberate emphasis, "you'll just kee your dirty tongue off the pninister, an as for your pay, it's little he sees it or any one else, except Mike Slavir when you're too dry to wait for som one to treat you, or perhaps Fathe Ryan, when the fear of hell fire is o to you." The men stood amazed at Sandy sudden anger and length of speech. "Bon! Dat's good for you, my bull boy," said Baptiste, a wiry little Frene Canadian, Sandy's sworn ally and d< voted admirer ever since the day whe the big Scotsman, under great prov< cation, had knocked him clean off th dump into the river and then jumpe in for him. It was not till afterward I learne the cause of Sandy's sudden wrat wich urged him to such unwonte length of spiech. If was not simpi that the Presbyterian blood carrie with it reverence for the minister an contempt for papists and Fenians, bt that he had a vivid remembranceo how, only a month ago, the ministe ad got him out of Mike Slavin's s: loon and out of the clutches of Keef and Slavin and their gang of bloo4 sckers. Keefe started up with a curse. Bal tiste sprang to Sandy's side, slappe im on the back and called out: "You keel him! I'll hit (eat) him ui me." It looked as if there might be a figh .h., ., arsh voice aid in a low, sas age tone. "Stop your row, you blank fools! Settle it, if you want to, somewhere i else." d I turned and was amazed to see old ie man Nelson, who was very seldom 1e moved to speech. is There was a look of scorn on his td hard. iron gray face and of such set s tied fierceness as made me quite be 0 lieve the tales I had heard of his dead d ly fights in the mines at the coast. Be d fore any reply could be made the min ister drove up and called out in a ie cheery voice: s "Merry Christmas, boys! Hello, San to dy! Comment ca va, Baptiste? How a do you do, Mr. Graeme?" - "First rate. Let me introduce my e- friend, Mr. Connor, sometime medical r student, now artist, hunter and tramp ie at large, but not a bad sort." In "A man to be envied," said the min id ister, smiling. "I am glad to know any >t friend of Mr. Graeme's." [s I liked Mr. Craig from the first. He e. had good eyes that looked straight out :y at you, a clean cut, strong face, well 10 ct on his shoulders, and altogether ie an upstanding, manly bearing. He in s sisted on going with Sandy to the sta in lles to see Dandy, his broncho, put up. rr "Decent fellow," said Graeme; "but, ie though he is good enough to his bron y cho, it is Sandy that's in his mind it now." - "Does he come out often? I mean - are you part of his parish, so to a- speak?" 2r "I have no doubt he thinks so, and it I'm blowed if he doesn't make the r Presbyterians of us think so too." And a he added, after a pause: "A dandy lot d of parishioners we are for any man. ty There's Sandy, now. He would knock re Keefe's head off as a kind of religious exercise, but tomorrow Keefe will be tg sober, and Sandy will be drunk as a g, lord, and the drunker he Is- the better it Presbyterian he'll be, to the preacher's s, disgust." Then, after another pause, ie he added bitterly: "But it Is not for d, me to throw rocks at Sandy. I am not it the same kind of fool, but I am a fool p of several other sorts." id Then the cook came out and beat a ie tattoo on the bottom of a dishpan. e Baptiste answered with a yell; but, ie though keenly hungry, no man would e, demean himself to do other than walk to with apparent reluctance to his place ie at the table. At the farther end of the ;e camp was a big fireplace, and from the d door to the fireplace extended the long In board tables, covered with platters of d turkey not too scientifically carved, dishes of potatoes, bowls of apple a- sauce, plates of butter, pies and smaller a dishes distributed at regular intervals. d Two lanterns hanging from the roof e and a row of candles stuck Into the n wall on either side by means of slit e sticks cast a dim, weird light over the e scene. el There was a moment's silence, and, e at a nod from Graeme, Mr. Craig rose g and said: e "I don't know how you feel about It, e men, but to me this looks good enough e to be thankful for." "Fire ahead, sir," called out a voice y quite respectfully, and the minister f bent his head and said: t- "For Christ the Lord, who came to e save us, for all the love and goodness g we have known and'for these thy gifts 1 to us this Christmas night, our Father, d make us thankfuL. Amen." 0"Bon! Dat's fuss rate," said Bap tiste; "seems lak dat's make me hit 11 more better for sure." n And then no word was spoken for a quarter of an hour. The occasion was e far too solemn and moments too pre cious for anything so empty as words, it but when the white piles of bread and e the brown piles of turkey had for a h second time vanished and after the last f pie had disappeared there came a pause t and a hush of expectancy, whereupon k the cook and cookee, each bearing aloft y a huge, blazing pudding, came forth. it "Hooray!" yelled Blaney. -"Up wid s ye!" And, grabbing the cook by the e shoulders from behind, he faced him about Mr. Craig was the first to respond t and, seizing the cookee in the same way, called out: d"Squad, fall in! Quick march!" t In a moment every man was in the procession. e "Strike up, Batchees, ye little angel!" 1shouted Blaney, the appellation a con -cession to the minister's presence, and away went Baptiste in a rollicking a French song with the English chorus: '"Then blow, ye winds, In the morning. SBlow, ye winds, ay oh! nBlow, ye winds, in the morn~ing, Blow, blow, blow!" And at each "blow" every boot came down with a thump on the plank floor that shook the solid roof. After the second round Mr. Craig jumped upon the bench and called out: ,"Three cheers for Billy the cook!" In the silence following the cheers Baptiste was heardto say: "Bon! Dat's mak me feel lak hit dat puddin' all hup meself, me." n"Hear till the little baste!" said Bla ney in disgust. "Batchees," remonstrated Sandy graely -"you've more stomach than l"Fu sure, but de more stomach dat's more better for dis puddin'," replied the little Frenchman cheerfully. After a time the tables were cleared l and pushed back to the wall, and pipes were produced. In all attitudes sug s gestive of comfort the men disposed themselves in a wide circle about the y fire, which now roared and crackled up the great wooden chimney hanging from the roof. The lumberman's hour 1 of bliss had arrived. Even old man N elson looked a shade less melancholy ethan usual as he sat alone, wvell away from the fire, smoking steadily and si ently. When the second. pipes ~vore well a-going, one of the men took down a uviolin from the wall and handed it to Lachan Campbell. There were two brothers Campbell just out from Argyll, typical highlanders-Lachian, dark, si Slent, melancholy, with the face of a t m'stic, and Angus, red haired, quick, ~impulsive and devoted to his brother, a Ldevotion he thought proper to cover under biting, sarcastic speech. eLachlan after much protestation, in terspersed with gibes from his brother, took the violin and, in response to the call from all sides, struck up "Lord Macdonald's Reel." In a moment the loor was filled with dancers, whoop ing and cracking their fingers in the wildest manner. Then Baptiste did Lt the "Red River Jig," a most Intricate - a dmfiul erie of ste, the men iedilig 'time' t Uh ruuie with hands and feet. When the jig was finished, Sandy called for "Lochaber No More," but Campbell said: "No, no; I cannot play that tonight. Mr. Craig will play." Craig took the violin, and at the first note I knew he was no ordinary play er. I did not recognize the music, but it was soft and thrilling and got in by the heart till every one was thinking his tenderest and saddest thoughts. After he had played two or three ex quisite bits he gave Campbell his vio lin, saying, "Now. 'Lochaber,' Lach Ian." Without a word Lachlan began, not "Lochaber"-he was not ready for that yet-but "Thb Flowers o' the Forest" and from that wandered through "Auld Robin Gray" and "The Land o' the Leal," and so got at last to that most soul subduing of Scottish la ments, "Lochaber No More." At the first strain his brother, who had thrown himself on some blankets behind the fire, turned over on his face, feigning sleep. Sandy McNaughton took his pipe out of his mouth and sat up straight and stiff, staring into vacancy, and Graeme, beyond the fire, drew a short, sharp breath. We had often sat, Graeme and I, in our student days, in the drawing room at home, listening to his father wailing out "Lochaber" upon the pipes, and I well knew that the awful minor strains were now eat ing their way into his soul. Over and over again the highlander played his lament He had long since forgotten us and was seeing visions of the hills and lochs and glens of his far away native land and making us, too, see strange things out of the dim past I glanced at old man Nelson and was startled at the eager, almost piteous, look in his eyes, and I wished Camp bell would stop. Mr. Craig caught my eye and, stepping over to Campbell, held out his hand for the violin. Lin geringly and lovingly the highlander drew out the last strain and silently gave the minister his Instrument Without a moment's pause and while the spell of "Lochaber" was still upon us the minister, with exquisite skill, fell into the refrain of that simple and beautiful camp meeting hymn, "The Sweet By and By." After playing the verse through once he sang softly the refrain. After the first verse the men joined in the chorus, at first timidly, but by the time the third verse was r reached they were shouting with throats full open, "We shall meet on t that beautiful shore." .When I looked at Nelson, the eager light had gone out of his eyes, and in its place was a kind 6 of determined hopelessness, as if In this new music he had no part. E After the voices had ceased Mr. Craig played again the refrain, more and I more softly and slowly. Then, laying the violin on Campbell's knees, he drew from his pocket his little Bible and said: "Men, with Mr. Graeme's permission, 1 want to read you something this Christmas eve. You will all have heard it before, but you will like it none the less for that." His voice was soft, but clear and pen etrating as he read the eternal story of t the angels and the shepherds and the Babe, and as he read a slight motion = of the hand or a glance of an eye made us see, as he was seeing, that whole radiant drama. The wonder, the timid joy, the tenderness, the mystery .of it all, were borne in upon us with over powering effect lie closed the hook and In the same low, clear voice went on to tell us how, in his home years ago, he used to stand on Christmas eve listening In thrilling delight to his mother telling him the story, and how she used to make him see the shepherds and hear the sheep bleating near by, and how the sudden burst of glory used to make his heart jump. "I used to be a little afraid of the angels, because a boy told me they were ghosts, but my mother told me better, and I .didn't fear them any more. And the Baby, the dear little Baby-we all love a baby." There was a quick, dry sob. It was from Nelson. "I used to peek th:'ough under to see the little one in the straw and wonder what things swaddling clothes were. Oh, it was all so real and beautiful!" He paused, and I could hear the men breathing. "But one Christmas eve," he went on, In a lower, sweeter tone, "there wasi no one to tell me the story, and I grew to forget it and went away to college and learned to think that it was only a child's tale and was not for men. I Then bad days came to me, and worse, and I began to lose my grip of myself, of life, of hope, of goodness, till one black Christmas, in the slums of a far away city, when I had given up all and the devil's arms were about me, I heard the story again, and as I listen ed, with a bitter ache in my heart, for. I had put it all behind me, I suddenly r found myself peeking under the shep- I herd's'Jrms .with a child's wonder at the Baby in the straw. Then It came over me like great waves that his name was Jesus, because it was he that should save men from theIr sins. Save! Save! The waves kept beating upon my ears, and before I knew I had called out, 'Oh, can he save me?' It was in a little mission meeting on one of the side streets, and they seem ed to be used to that sort of thing there, for no one was surprised, and a young fellow leaned across the aisle to me and said, 'Why, you just bet he can!' His surprise that I should doubt, his bright face and confident tone, gave me hope that perhaps it might be so. I hlud to that hope with all my soul, and," stretching up his arms and with a quick glow in his face and a little break in his voice, "he hasn't failed me yet, not once, not once!" lie stopped short, and I felt a good deal like making a fool of myself, for in those days I had not made up my] mind about these things. Graeme, poor1 old chap, was gazing at him with a sad yearning in his dark eyes; big Sandy was sitting very stiif and staring hard er than ever into the fire; Baptiste was trebling with excitement; Blaney was openly wiping the tears away. But the face that held my eyes was that of old man Nelson. It was white, fierce, hun gry looking, his sunken eyes burning. his lips parted as if to cry. The minister went on. "I didn't mean to tell you thIs, men. It all came over me with a rush. But it is true, every word, and not a word will I take back. And, what's more, I can tell you this 'what he did for me he can do for any man, and it doesn't make any differ ence what's behind him, and," leaning slightly forward and with a little thrill of pathos vibrating in his voice, "oh, boswhy don't you give him a chance at you? Without him you'll never be the men you want to be, and you'll~ never get the better of that that's keep ing some of you now from goIng back i home. You know you'll never go back< till you're the mnen you want to he." Then, lifting up his face and throwing back his head, he said, as if to himself, I"Jeushe shall save his people from * their sins," and then, "Let us pray." i Graeme leaned forward with his face Iin his hands; Baptiste and Blaney drop ped on their "ikees; SaYdy, he Camp bells and some others stood up. Old Haan Nelson held his eyes steadily on the minister. Only once before bad I seen that look un a human face. A young fellow had broken through the ice on the river at home, and as the black water was dragging his fingers one by one from the slippery edges there camd over his race that same look. I used to wake up for many a night after in a sweat >f horror, seeing the white face with its parting lips and its piteous, dumb appeal and the black water slowly sucking it down. Nelson's face brought it all back, but luring the prayer the face changed and seemed to settle Into resolve of some sort, stern, almost gloomy, as of a man with his last chance before him. After the prayer Mr. Craig invited the men to a Christmas dinner next lay in Black Rock. "And because you are an independent lot we'll charge you half a dollar for dinner and the even ing show." Then, leaving a bundle of magazines and illustrated papers on the table, a godsend to the men, he said goodby and went out. I was to go with the minister, so I Jumped into the sleigh first and waited while he said goodby to Graeme, who bad been hard hit by the whole serv ice and seemed to want to say some thing. I heard Mr. Craig say cheerful ly and confidently: "It's a true bill. Try him." Sandy, who had been steadying Dan ly while that interesting broncho was attempting with great success to bal ance himself on his hind legs, came to say goodby. "Come and see me first thing, Sandy." "Aye, I know. I'll see you, Mr. craig," said Sandy earnestly as Dandy lashed off at a full gallop across the !learing and over the bridge, steadying lown when be reached the hill. "Steady, you idiot!" This was to Dandy, who had taken a sudden side spring into the deep snow, almost upsetting us. A man stepped, out from the shadow. It was old man Nelson. He came straight to the sleigh and, Ignoring 'my presence :ompletely. said: "Mr. Craig, are you dead sure of this? Will it work?" "Do you mean," said Craig, taking him up promptly, "can Jesus Christ ave you from your sins and make a nan of you?" The old man nodded, keeping his ungry eyes on the other's face., "Well, here's his message to you: The Son of Man is come to seek and to ave that which is lost."' "To me? To me?" said the old man 'agerly. "Listen. This, too, is his word: 'Him hat cometh unto me I will in nowise ast out.' That's for you, for here you re, coming." "You don't know me, Mr. Craig. I eft my baby fifteen years ago be :ause" "Stop!" said the minister. "Don't ell me-at least not tonight, perhaps lever. Tell him who knows it all now nd who never betrays a secret Have t out with him. Don't be afraid to rust him." Nelson looked at him, with his face uivering, and said in a husky voice: "If this is no good, it's hell for me." "If it's no good," replied Craig, al nost sternly, "it's hell for all of us." The old man straightened himself up, ooked up at the stars, then back at SIr. Craig, then at me and, drawing a leep breath, said: "I'll try him." As he was turning away the minister :ouched him on the arm and said quiet "Keep an eye on Sandy tomorrow." Nelson nodded, and we went on, but >efore we took the next turn I looked ack and saw what brought a lump in : my throat. It was old man Nelson yn his knees in the snow, with his aands spread upward to the stars, and [wondered if there was any one above e stars and nearer than the stars vho could see. And then the trees hid aim from my sight CHAPTER HI. THlE nLAcK ROCK CHRIS'MAS. MANY strange Christmas days mlhave I seen, but that wild Black Rlock Christmas stands out strangest of alL While I vas reveling in my delicious second orning sleep, just awake enough to mjoy it, Mr. Craig came abruptly, an aouncing breakfast and adding: "Hope you are in good shape, for we ave our work before us this day." "Hello!" I replied. still half asleep ind anxious to hide from the minister :at I was trying to gain a few more noments of snoozing delight "What's abroad ?" "The devil," he answered shortly and svith such emphasis that I sat bolt up ight, looking anxiously about "Oh, no need for alarm! He's not ifter you particularly-at least not to lay," said Craig, with a shadow of a ;mile. "But he Is going about in good style, I can tell you." By this time I was quite awake. 'Well, what particular style does his najesty affect this morning?" He pulled out a showbill. "Pecul ary gaudy and effective, is It not?" The items announced were sufficient y attractive. The F;risco Opera com >any was to produce the "screaming ~arce," "The Gay and Giddy Dude," ifter which there was to be a grand >all, during which the "Kalifornia Fe manle Kickers" were to do some fancy igures, the whole to be followed by a 'big supper," with "two freedrinks to very man and one to the lady," and ill for the insignificant sum of $2. "Can't you go one better?" I said. He looked inquiringly and a little lisgustedly at me.. "What can you do against free drinks md a dance, not to speak of the high sichers?" he groaned. "No," he con :inued. "It's a clean beat for us today. Che miners and lumbermen will have n their pockets $10,000 and every dol ar burning a hole, and Slavin and bis aug wvill get most of it But," he idded, "you must have breakfast Eou'il find a tub in the kitchen. Don't e afraid to splash. It is the best I ave to offer you." The tub sounded inviting, and 'before nany minutes had passed I was in a leightful glow, the effect of cold water md a rough towel and that copiscious ess of virtue that comes to a man Rho has had courage to face his cold >ath on a winter morning. The breakfast was laid with fine aste. A diminutive pine tree in a pot ang round with wintergreen stood in he center of the table. "Well, now, this looks good-porridge, eefsteak, potatoes, toast and marmna "I hope you will enjoy it all." There was not much talk over our neal. Mr. Craig was evidently preoc :upied and as blue as his politeness vould allow him. Slavin's victory veighed upon his spirits. Finally he >urst out: "Look here! I can't-I v'on't stand it! Something must be ione. Last Christmas this town was 'er, two seeks, ,as -one-o.f ..the mine.rs iTontinu ed on nexvt page.] WEISKET OF ALL KINDS, - FOR ALL PURPOSES. o ^SPCIAL BRAND" Corn Whiskey.... 1 "POPLAR LOG" Coi'n. Whiskey......150 -POPLAR LOG." Old, Smooth, Mellow. 2 00 "PRIVATE STOCK," 4-qt. case........250 "PRIVATE STOCK," 12qt. case:...70 "HUNTING CREEK" Rve. 12qt. case. 700 -OLD HUNTING CREEK" Rye. 127qt. case...................................... 10 00 Apple Brandy.........................:... 2 50 Charge of lac. for 1--gal., 35c. for 2-gal., and 45c. for 3-gal, jugs, and -x. for 4%-gal. kegs; when returned prepaid. they will be taken back at cost. J. C. SOMERS & 0O., DISTILLERS. STATESVILLE, North Carolina. INSUR ANCE FIRE. LIFE, ACCIDENT < BURGLARY INSURANCE. Tailor-Made Clothing. FIT GUARANTEED. A FULL LINE OF SAMPLES. Also Ready-Made Suits, Mackin toshes and Rain Coats. J. L. WILSON. Like Giants Field! STANOS WHEELER'S TONIC, Preventing, Retarding and Vanquishing the at tacks of-: CHILLS AND FEVER. WHEELER'S TONIC Is simply a "Survival of the Fittest." Many chill and fever tonics have their day and vanish into oblivion as "a tale that is told," but WHEELER'S TONIC Continues to be the ultima thule of Chill and Fever Tonics, And has become by its great merits a household necessit in thousands of homes. Eradicate Cah 11' ct F'ever. By using that sovereign Remedy, WHEELER'S TONIC. Time tests all things and time has tested the efficacy of WHEELER'S TONIC. The R, 0. Loryea Drug Store, ISAAC M. LORY .A, Prop. Sign of the Golden Mortar. 'PHONE No. 2. - MANNING, S. C. THE EBk of Manning, MANNING, S. C. Transacts a general banking busi ness. Prompt and special attention given to depositors residing out of town. Deposits solicited. All collections have prompt atten tion. Business bours from 9 a. m. to 2 p. m2. JOSEPH SPROTT, A. LEV1, Cashier. President. BOARD OF DIEcTOBS. J. W. SicLnov, V. E. Biows S.M. NEISEN, JosEP SPRO-rr A. LEVI. THousANDs SAVED BY. lID, KIG'S NE DISCiEI This wonderful medicine posi tively cures Consumption, Coughs Colds, Bronchitis,-Asthma, Pneu monia, Hay Fever, Pleurisy, La Grippe, Hoarseness, Sore Throat, Croup and Whooping Cough. Every bottle guaranteed. No Cure. No Pay. Price 50.&$l. TraI bottle free. The R. B. Loryea Drug Store, MOEY TO LOAN. I am prepared to negotiate loans on good real estate security, on rea sonable terms. R. 0. PURDY, Sumter, S. C. Money to Loan. Elasy Terms.0 APPLY TO WILSON & DuRANT. Jos. r. Ran~ur. J. B. LESESNE. R AE& LESESNE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, MANNING, S. C. J. S. WIL.50N. W. C. DURANT WILSON & DURANT, Attorneys and Counselors at Law, MANNING, S. C. C. DAVIS, ATTORNEY AT LAW, MANNING, S. C. DR. J. FRANK GEIGER, DENTIST. MANNING, S. C. 'Phone No. 25. Kodel Dyspepsia Cure Digests what you eat.1 oTE R. B. LORYEA DRUG STORE.